Second Go Round by Andrew Grey

 Hello all!   Today is the release day for Second Go Round.  Its a western romance featuring older heroes.  This story is close to my heart because it really touches on parts of my own life.  After being together for over 25 years, I have found that we all begin to create ruts and we have to work to get out of them.  This is a story of two men deciding if those ruts are going to mean the end of their relationship or if they are strong enough to break out.  

Title: Second Go’Round

Author: Andrew Grey

Series:

Genre:  M/M Western Romance

Publisher: Self Published

Release Date: Mar 15, 2022

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook

Blurb/Synopsis:

Former world champion bronco rider Dustin and rancher Marshall have been life partners for more than twenty years, and time has taken its toll. Their sex life is as dusty as the rodeo ring. Somehow their marriage hasn’t turned out how they planned.

But when a new family moves in up the road with two young boys, one very sick, Dustin and Marshall realize how deep their ruts are and that there might be hope to break them. After all, where they’re from, the most important part of being a man is helping those who need it.

A new common purpose helps break down the deep routines they’ve fallen into and makes them realize the life they’ve been living has left them both cold and hollow. Spending time with the kids—teaching them how to be cowboys—reignites something they thought lost long ago. But twenty years is a lot of time to make up for. Can they find their way back to each other, or are the ruts they’ve created worn too deep?

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Excerpt 

 

“Has anyone called?” Marsh asked, and Dustin checked his phone just in case before shaking his head. “Well, that’s a blessing, anyway.” He sighed, and for a second the sun caught the side of his face. Dustin’s mind filled in the spaces in between, and Marsh appeared the way he had when Dustin first met him. It had been in a situation similar to this, rounding up some cattle. Marsh had been almost majestic back then. “Patrick, help Dustin, will ya? Willy and I will make another pass just to be sure we didn’t miss any.” And just like that, the illusion popped and Dustin was back to the here and now.

There had been a time when Marsh would never have thought twice about staying. The two of them used to be inseparable, but now it seemed they were about as separate as two people could be when they still lived in the same house. Not that they fought or yelled at each other or anything like that. They just seemed to be living separate lives.

When Dustin was a kid, his father had taken them all on vacation, and at one point, he had pulled over to the side of the road and pointed at two white lines that cut through the land toward the horizon. “That’s the Santa Fe Trail,” his dad had said. Dustin remembered nodding, wondering how the lines from the wagons all those years ago could still be there. “Those ruts cut deep, and nature hasn’t filled them in yet,” his dad had said in answer to the question.

Now, as Marsh leapt onto the ATV like an excited kid—excitement that used to be directed at Dustin, but now always seemed to lead away—it was another one of those times when all Dustin could see were the deep ruts, like those of the trail, leading off behind Marsh. The worst part was that he had no idea how to fix them. They always seemed to pull the two of them along the same paths they’d always traveled.

“Dustin,” Patrick said, and he pulled himself out of his own thoughts.

“Sorry.” He began hauling the waste fencing to the truck and tossing it in the back. Then he and Patrick set to work placing the new posts and stringing the wire. The task went smoothly with the two of them, and soon enough they had everything loaded in the back. Dustin called Pal, who jumped in the cab.

“What’s going on at the old Hartier place?” Dustin asked as he pulled toward the road. “That house has been empty for almost ten years.”

“Looks like workmen,” Patrick said. “I heard in the coffee shop yesterday that the Hartier estate had finally been settled and the house had been sold. I guess the rumors were right for once.” Patrick patted Pal on the back, then stroked his head. “It seems the owners are fixing up the place before they move in.”